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"Damn!"

John Watson, popular young college professor, groaned as an errant ribbon of cum arched over the safety net of toilet tissue in his lap and landed directly on the mouth of a big-breasted Penthouse magazine model whose picture had been the focus of his fantasy. More and more of late, John found himself stroking his own cock in attempt to satiate his horniness. His almost perpetual state of arousal was taking a toll on his mental health.

It started with the daily parade of lithe young maidens wearing very short skirts and very tight tops in his college classroom. During the hot, sultry September remnants of summer, his classes always included at least two or three glimpses of delicate panties in a variety of colours and textures accompanied by vast expanses of fit, tanned thighs and devilish smiles. Perky young breasts, firm and taut, also seemed to appear everywhere he looked. From his podium view, at least one or two sets of erect nipples were on proud display at any given moment. After teaching a couple of classes, John could barely think of anything other than the urge to rush home and either jack off or screw his wife's ears off.

Unfortunately, John's lovely wife, Julie, was very pregnant. He loved Julie dearly, but with each passing day, sex became more and more uncomfortable and inconvenient for the both of them. Matters were made worse by the fact that two beautiful, sexy women lived just across his back driveway in an adjacent duplex. And, in the other half of his own duplex resided the somewhat less beautiful, but far more voluptuous wife of an assistant football coach at the college.

That very afternoon John had been forced to enjoy the not-so-faint sounds of the coach's wife screaming with lust. She was just inches away on the other side of the thin wall that separated the two duplex apartments. Her moans and cries were accompanied by the sound of the muscular coach pounding his wife into their bed's headboard which, in turn, ricocheted off the wall in a pulsating rhythm. It had taken John only one Forum story from his well-worn Penthouse and a small dab of KY jelly to coax streams of hot cum out of his now withering cock. A feeling of frustration hovered over him even as he wiped the stray sperm off of his faithful old magazine.

Jacking off simply is not as rewarding as the "real" thing, John thought. Not exactly a Nobel Prize winning discovery.

In the Watson's upscale neighbourhood, four garages of two large duplexes backed up to a common driveway. The broad strip of concrete functioned as a playground for young c***dren and an unofficial commons area for the adults. Across the drive from John lived a young airline pilot, Ray Cooper; his wife, Joy; their three less-than-school-aged k**s; and an Austrian foreign exchange student named Irma who served as live-in nanny for the c***dren.

On the other side of John's place resided Coach Angus Murray, who everyone called Max for no apparent reason, and his plain, but well endowed wife, Mary. Max was one of those rugged, square jawed, muscular jocks who God had blessed with a six-pack abdomen, bright orange-red hair, a broad gleaming smile, likely a big dick, and, conversely, a rather small brain. He had no hope of becoming a rocket scientist (he probably could not spell either "rocket" or "scientist") and, when the conversation strayed too far from football, Max quickly ran out of things to say. His wife, Mary, massive breasts and all, rarely spoke at all to John or anyone else for that matter. In moments of orgasmic ecstasy, however, she obviously was very outspoken—a screamer, if you will.

John had just gotten himself zipped up, the soiled tissue flushed, and his vintage "dirty" magazine stashed, when he heard a car drive up next door. From his upstairs bedroom window overlooking the driveway, he peeped out just in time to see statuesque Joy Cooper immerge from her family van followed closely and boisterously by her c***dren, two boys and one girl, all hyperactive.

Joy was a tall, willowy businesswoman who always looked elegant and professional, even when she jogged early every morning. Her scanty jogging attire revealed a lot more than did her business suits. John had fallen into a pattern of working at his bedroom desk early each morning just so he could watch Joy begin her daily routine while wearing one of those enticing outfits. She practiced a stretching and bending ritual before each run. John knew and appreciated all the parts of her system, especially those that pulled the soft fabric of her running shorts tight against her very shapely ass.

Joy's long, trim legs seemed to reach down forever before touching the ground. John loved the way the lean muscles in her legs became more defined and blushed red at the end of her exercise. On the hottest days she shed her usual tee shirt and ran wearing only jogging bra and shorts. Those days were John's favorites because he was rewarded with the additional thrill of firm nipples protruding against soft fabric after exposure to the morning air. Observing Joy in the morning was magical for John.

Watching Joy in the afternoon wasn't bad either. John silently observed her now as she shouted instructions to her c***dren. An instant after exiting the van, they were running in three distinctly different directions. Joy began to unload sacks of groceries out of the back of the van. John smiled as one wayward plastic bag slipped well under her back seat forcing Joy to lean far over to retrieve it. In doing so, her skirt rose to dizzying heights on the backs of her legs, the darker part of her pantyhose came into clear view, and John was sure that he caught a glimpse of that marvelous juncture of ass and thighs. To John's delight Joy struggled for a long moment, but still the bag remained out of reach.

Just as she was about to make another attempt, Irma, the young Austrian nanny, hopped out of the passenger side of the van, motioned Joy back, and lithely climbed into the back of the vehicle.

Irma and Joy were opposites in so many ways. Joy was dark, olive, and brunette; Irma was light, pink, and blond. Joy was tall, lanky, and athletic; Irma was petite and delicate. Joy was a mature, elegant woman with a family; Irma was a lively college girl in the midst of a grand adventure in a foreign country. Both women made John's cock quiver at a simple glance.

As Irma climbed in after the elusive grocery bag, John watched closely. At first, her very short denim skirt hampered the assault. She glanced quickly about, convinced herself that no one was looking, and then hiked her skirt high. That treated John to a dazzling, though maddeningly brief, look at Irma's tiny green panties. Even this soon after masturbating, Joy and Irma rekindled the urge within him and made his cock hard once again.

"Jesus Christ, I am horny," shouted John aloud.

His exclamation surprised even him. He quickly pulled the d****ry closed for fear that somehow his neighbors had heard him. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the window frame.

Just then, John's wife, Julie, arrived home from an extended shopping trip. She burst through the back door, rushed up to their bedroom, and tossed an armload of packages in assorted sizes on the bed.

"God, it is hot out," she moaned while standing in the middle of the room rippling the neckline of her blouse in and out.

John looked longingly at his lovely wife of four years. Even wearing a sweaty frown, she had a beautiful face. John had always found her stunning, even though her distended belly now was her most prominent feature. At this very moment, however, all John could think about were his chances of talking Julie into giving him a much-desired blowjob sometime. He looked at her luscious, full lips and, in his imagination, he could almost feel them softly closing around his turgid cock.

"I am completely and totally exhausted," sighed Julie. "Until this baby comes I simply cannot shop on a hot day like this one without almost killing myself. I'm going to take a quick shower and go to bed. There is leftover chicken for you in the fridge, honey. I already ate with Marjorie. I just had to...couldn't wait. Sorry. I was starving. And, afterwards I had this intense desire for a banana split...oh, god...it was soooo good...I can't believe I ate the entire thing. I even licked the bowl. Now I feel terrible. I love you, honey."

With that, the bathroom door closed and John's hopes for a blowjob, or any other job for that matter, vanished.

Not that he had high hopes anyway. Julie was what John described, to himself only of course, as a rather conventional lover...passionate, responsive, fully orgasmic, but not adventurous. She would have died before she allowed herself to moan loudly while being slammed against the bedroom wall in the way that Mary Murray had done just moments ago. That sort of thing in movies or real life elicited only rolled eyes and signs of disgust from Julie.

When John heard the water in the shower come on, he made his way to the kitchen and sat with head in hands. Visions of Irma's green panties and Joy's long muscular legs danced in his head. After a long moment, he gathered himself and walked to the refrigerator.

To his surprise, magnets on the door supported a magazine picture of ultra-thin actress Nicole k**man in a magnificently revealing, virtually skintight outfit. The caption underneath, written in Julie's handwriting read, "You'll never look like this if you eat like a pig."

Julie's message clearly was only for herself, but the picture was John's last straw. Nicole k**man's tight, small, round breasts and long trim legs were exactly like Joy's, and Nicole's fairest of fair skin, mischievous eyes, and captivating smile were just like Irma's. The thought of fucking Nicole k**man and slamming her against the bedstead a la Mary Murray sent John's cock into pre-coital preparedness. The throbbing in John's temples began to imitate the rhythm on the bedroom wall.

"I am going fucking crazy," John muttered to the refrigerator.

Its only response was to dump a noisy load from its icemaker.

"Thanks...a lot," answered John. He rested his head against the cold white porcelain door and closed his eyes.

The next day, a chain of events was set in motion that would change John's life forever. It started with a phone call from Joy Cooper.

"John," said the silky smooth voice in the receiver. "This is Joy from across the alley. I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday morning, but I have a big favor to ask. Ray is flying, Irma has gone with the k**s to the park, and I have to meet a client in the city, so we'll all be gone most all day. I am expecting a package—a case of wonderful wine—to be delivered this morning and I don't want it to bake in the hot sun until someone gets home later. Would you be a dear and set it inside for me?"

"Sure," said John. He loved the sound of Joy's voice. It hinted of honey-sweet breathiness, businesslike and sultry at the same time. "I'm happy to do so. How will I get in your house?"

"We most often leave the door from the garage unlocked, but if not, there is a key hidden on a hook in the cabinet nearest the back steps. I appreciate this very much. We'll even share a great bottle with you, but you'll have to save it until after the baby comes so Julie can have some too."

"No problem," said John. "I was planning on grading papers most of day anyway. I'll be here."

A short while later, a giant UPS truck rolled up at the Cooper's duplex and the driver left a heavy looking cardboard container. John watched the truck come and go. Then he made his way through the garage and into the Cooper's house.

When John walked into the eerily silent, deserted house, a voyeuristic thrill surged through his body. He was alone where Joy and Irma lived and could do anything he wanted while there—a most intriguing, stimulating thought. The feeling sent signals directly to his cock. In turn, it began to ready itself for action.

John retrieved the wine from the front porch, then stealthily made his way back through the house and into the centre of the Cooper's greatest intimacy, their master bedroom. It smelled just like Joy—a particular delicate and intoxicating fragrance that seemed to follow her always. It was one of John's favourite scents.

John glanced quickly around the room. It was a typical bedroom—with assorted chairs, a large computer, various tables and dressers, and a giant king-sized bed. John began to imagine the activity that surely must go on in that soft bed, namely, Ray Cooper fucking Joy whenever he want to do so.

Without really thinking, John opened the top drawer of a dresser near the door. Inside he found a cache of Joy's carefully folded lingerie. He picked a pair of her lacy panties and brought them to his nose. Again, Joy's characteristic scent, more vivid this time, filled his senses. The thought of where those very panties had touched sent chills through John and made his cock begin to swell and tingle.

John, you pervert, he thought, when was the last time you got turned on by sneaking into someone's underwear drawer...sixth grade, maybe...yep, sixth grade with Mom's underwear! John almost laughed aloud at his private little memory.

John replaced Joy's panties and ran his fingers delicately over one of her bras. He noted its size and nestled the cup in the palm of his hand.

So, that's about the size of them, he mused. Smallish, but firm, I bet...no sag even after three c***dren. I hope Julie keeps her figure like that after our k** comes.

John moved quietly across the room and surveyed the nightstands on either side of their huge, king-sized bed. On one, a copy of Sports Illustrated rested under a dog-eared copy of Tom Clancy's Clear and Present Danger...obviously Ray's side. Atop the other nightstand, a romance novel by someone named Heather Graham was neatly arranged along with Stephen Covey's Seven Habits of Highly Effective People...Joy's side, reckoned John.

John eased open Ray's drawer. Roy, you naughty boy, thought John. Inside were a couple of dirty novels along with a really nasty porn magazine.

So Ray needs a little help in getting revved up on occasion! It’s hard to imagine that he would need extra stimulation with a wife like Joy. I get a hard on just watching her unload groceries for crying out loud.

John fixed the drawer and its contents as he had found them and moved to Joy's side of the bed. Along the way, he carefully roughed up the carpet to disguise the footprints he was leaving in the thick pile. He slowly pulled open Joy's drawer and his eyes popped at what he saw inside. John's heart began to pound audibly.

There in Joy's drawer was a soft, rubber vibrator about four inches in length. It had ribs and bumps along its sides and came to a soft tapered point on the end. John immediately put the illicit little machine to his nose. It had a marvellously musky odour of Joy and sex...Joy's sex.

John mind began to race.

I guess...when Joy is home and horny and Ray is off piloting planes somewhere, this is how she takes care of herself. Maybe she even does it while talking to Ray on the phone or something.

In his imagination, John envisioned the always unruffled, dignified businesswoman Joy sprawled out in bed and locked the throes of an orgasm with this vibrator pressed deep inside her pussy. That image made his cock spring to full attention and yearn to be stroked.

John turned the knob on the back of the bullet-shaped object and suddenly it came to life. John contemplated the vibrator for a moment and then touched it to his crotch. Delicious tingles surged through his hard cock.

Unexpectedly, an out of place sound came from outside the duplex. John's heart leaped. He hurriedly returned the vibrator to the drawer and ran through the duplex to its back window. His heart was pounding. The driveway however was empty. He then ran to the front window. Again, there was nothing. John's could feel his pulse throbbing in his head. The danger of discovery and the thrill of the voyeur combined into a powerful aphrodisiac. All of John's senses and his libido were on highest alert.

John crept back past a slightly open door and quickly recognized it as the entry to Irma's room, a sparsely decorated domicile of a college student obviously living in temporary quarters. A bed, computer desk with two full-sized machines, bookshelf made from concrete blocks, and chest were pretty much it for furniture. Posters of the "Motherland" were pinned to the walls. Clothes and other belongings were strewn about. Pictures of Irma with various friends, mostly boys, lined the edges of a large mirror over the chest of drawers.

Irma's lingerie drawer was very different from Joy's, John discovered. Nothing was folded. Instead everything was in one great pile. Mixed together were tiny string bikini panties and even tinier thongs, mere wisps of almost transparent fabric, along with a few of her bras made of miniscule bits of lace or satin. The biggest surprise was a very large box of condoms resting along side her lingerie.

Multicolored...ribbed for maximum pleasure, the box read. John's heart rate immediately increased.

Apparently little Irma is, as they say, sexually active...probably is fucking some of those muscle-bound near idiots who populate my classes, thought John.

That image stimulated John's already overactive imagination once again and his cock responded accordingly. He could almost see a smiling Irma, legs spread apart, beckoning some pimple-faced undergraduate to plunge his hard cock inside her...after putting on a condom, of course...multi-colored, ribbed, and lubricated...for maximum pleasure!

John stooped over and retrieved a pair of Irma's panties from her dirty clothes hamper. They smelled even more of pussy juice than did Joy's vibrator. The earthy scent sent John completely over the edge. Urges emanating from his small head took total control. He felt compelled to jerk off right then and there and he knew precisely how...with the help of Joy's cute little vibrator!

John went back to the Cooper's bedroom, retrieved Joy's vibrator, and returned to Irma's room. He took from her mirror a couple of Irma's pictures, one of her in a swimsuit, plus her tiny soiled panties, and spread them out on the bed. In an instant, he had his trousers around his ankles and was applying the whirring vibrator to his throbbing cock and balls. The panties would be the receptacle for his cum. He reasoned that, even if Irma discovered the deposit of dried jism, she could never determine its origin.

The vibrator felt heavenly on John's cock. He closed his eyes and imagined what tiny Irma would look like naked—soft skin, softer hair, small nipple-tipped breasts, delicate blond pubis, wet waiting pussy—all the while pressing the vibrator against the tender underside of his dick. He felt cum building quickly in his balls and he prepared to blast his load into Irma's little panties in record time. All of his awareness focused on the sensations coming from his tingling dick as he approached orgasm.

"Ohhh," John groaned as the first burst of cum shot out of his now flame-red cock. Successively smaller spurts collected in Irma's panties.

Without warning, a voice with a foreign accent rang out.

"Dr. Watson!"

In the doorway stood Irma, hand over mouth, eyes bulging, and a look of terror on her face. John frantically tried to collect himself, toss away the panties, hide the vibrator, zip his pants, and apologize all at the same time. He charged for the doorway, but a petrified Irma blocked his retreat. Just then the three Cooper c***dren ran behind Irma on their way to their playroom. To John's surprise and relief, the c***dren did not acknowledge his presence at all, but Irma stood frozen in total shock.

"Sorry, very sorry," John muttered. "I'm very, very sorry." He finally pushed past Irma and ran out the back door.

John hid from everyone's view for the next two days. Every time he recalled the look on Irma's face, he died inside. He had never been so embarrassed in his life and, worse, he had no idea what to do next. He just sat at his desk pretending to read while Julie puttered around, oblivious to his intense pain and suffering. She instead was focussed on decorating their new nursery.

Though emerging from seclusion was not easy, John finally had to do so in order to teach his university classes. At the appointed time, John put on sunglasses and a hat, silently got in his car, and opened the garage door. He had never noticed just how much noisy clanking and shuddering happened when the motor lifted the heavy door. John anxiously peered out of the garage using his rearview mirror.

Seeing no one, he backed his rather plain old Volvo out in hopes of making a clean getaway. To his shock and dismay, John found his ultimate exit blocked by the three Cooper c***dren and their bicycles. Irma was giving them riding lessons at the top of the driveway. John's bruised psyche took another hit when he noted that Irma had started walking directly to his car. She strolled along side and waited for him to lower his window. John wanted desperately to vanish in thin air.

I'm fucked. I am completely and totally fucked, John thought. He felt his face turning bright red as he reluctantly he rolled down the window and squinted from under the brim of his hat in Irma's general direction.

Irma leaned over and rested her arms on the car window's edge. In doing so, the front of her shirt fell open revealing milky white breasts encased in a soft blue, translucent bra. No matter how hard he tried, John could not keep himself from glancing down her blouse. Irma smiled when she saw John's eyes darting. To John's further embarrassment, she demurely placed one hand on her neckline and returned her shirt to its "proper" place, all the while looking him straight in the eye.

John felt as if all his insides suddenly gathered in his throat. A vein on the side of his head was throbbing madly and little yellow lights started to float around in his eyes. Breathing became almost impossible for him.

"Dr. Watson," Irma said in her thick German accent. "I just want you to know dat I...vell...I got everything cleaned up and...ah...back in order after...you left so quickly. So, nobody knows about...it...except us. It's our secret. Ok?"

John was speechless. His face burned and his voice would not respond to his urgings.

"Would you do me a favor, Dr. Watson? Bitte? Your silly American laws won't allow me to buy liquor because I am not 21 years old yet. Would you be a dear and get me a bottle of vodka?"

John choked for a moment, stared up in confusion, and then nodded "yes."

"I knew I could count on you, Dr...ah...John." Irma winked and then hurried to clear the c***dren from the driveway.

John knew instantly that an 18 or 19-year-old girl whose intentions were unknown had just enslaved him and there was not one thing he could do about it.

I am fucked for sure.

John shook his head and quickly drove away.

Later that afternoon, John returned home with a bottle of vodka carefully wrapped in a brown paper sack and hidden under his front seat. He had no idea how he would be able to pass it to Irma. When he wheeled into the long downhill driveway, the entire Cooper clan met him, along with his maternally rotund wife, Julie. Roy Cooper obviously was back from his latest plane flight and he and Irma were busy playing with the three k**s while Joy and Julie engaged in pleasant "back fence" conversation.

Irma's eyes lit up when she saw John. John did not share her joy. He instead felt nauseous, yet he could not avoid joining the little neighborhood social gathering. With some effort he conjured up a "hi everyone." Irma immediately left Ray and the c***dren to join their neighborly circle.

"How are things going in school this semester, Irma?" asked Julie. "Classes ok?"

"Great," replied Irma. "I am much more comfortable with my English skills now, so I'm doing much better. I am even thinking in English now...most of the time."

Irma's vivid blue eyes focused on John. Her perky little breasts seemed to thrust themselves directly up at him.

"Everything is pretty normal and good," she continued, "I'm still majoring in computer science...that is much fun...but, all in all, the semester is pretty ordinary...except for my Human Sexuality class. It is quite interesting, if you know what I mean." Irma winked.

"I'll bet," laughed Julie, "well, don't forget what that stuff leads to!"

Julie pointed to her baby-filled stomach and rolled her eyes. Everyone, except John, laughed aloud.

"Simple reproduction is the tame part of the class, I'm afraid," responded Irma feigning shame. "Today the Prof discussed 'sex toys'...you know dildos, vibrators, and stuff like dat...it was...interesting."

When Irma said vibrator, she looked directly into John's eyes.

"Oh my," gulped Joy. "Class content has certainly changed since I was in college." She coyly fanned herself in fake embarrassment.

Irma's eyes never left John's.

"Better go and get out of this tie," muttered John after an awkward silence. He made a hasty retreat inside.

Later that night, the Watson's phone rang. John was in the midst of assembling a new stroller and Julie was needle pointing an alphabet sampler. Each looked at the other and finally John ran to answer the insistent ringing.

"Can you meet me outside?" said a thickly accented Austrian voice.

"Oh...uh, you must have a wrong number?" answered John sheepishly.

"Good. See you out back," said Irma.

"Fine...ah...no problem," John responded. He pushed the off button on the phone and stared at the half-completed stroller. "I need a...ah...ah...smaller wrench. Yes. And, I might have to borrow one from the neighbors. I'll be right back."

"Alright, honey," answered Julie quickly. She was in midst of counting stitches and obviously didn't want to be distracted.

John exited through the garage and grabbed the paper-wrapped bottle as he passed by his car. Irma was waiting just outside.

"Here's your stuff," John said hurriedly. He looked around as if he were making a million-dollar d**g deal.

"Thanks, I appreciate it...John," whispered Irma.

"Well, gotta go," said John. He started to go back inside.

"John, I have a quick, little question...just to satisfy my curiosity," said Irma. "The other...day...ah...afternoon...you know when. Were you getting yourself off looking at my pictures?"

Her words brought back all of John's painful feelings. Suddenly it seemed as if there was a great weigh pressing on his chest.

Irma continued, "I mean, I am...flattered by that...in a weird sort of way. Did my picture turn you on? If so, that's very nice...it makes me feel good."

"Look...Irma, I am really embarrassed about that...ah...ok, well...ah...well...you are an attractive...girl so...I...ah," stammered John.

"And with your wife pregnant and all, you must be...what is the phrase in English...you have grown horns...right? No, that's not right...anyway, you miss having sex...right? Poor dear."

"Well, I don't think that is...what I mean is...that's none of your business...understand what I am saying?"

Irma's brow furrowed. She gave John a chilling look.

"Do you break into peoples' houses to play with their underthings often, John? That is very naughty to do that, you know. Sneaking around in someone's private house. I mean...I...I don't think you want anyone to know about our little secret, do you John?"

A swift kick in the stomach could not have driven more air from John's body. Just as quickly, Irma demeanour changed again.

"Still, I'm flattered. I kind of like the idea of being a turn on for men." Suddenly her speech slowed and a flirtatious grim covered her face. "But...but...wouldn't it be better if the panties were on me...instead of in my drawer? Wouldn't you like seeing them on me...instead of just going through my things? Or maybe that is the real turn on...the going through my underwear part?"

John gulped. He had no idea where this conversation was going, but his face was beet red and he had the urge to either throw up or run away...or both.

"No, well, yes...I mean...no, I don't want the Coopers or anyone to know...god, this is embarrassing...and...ah...yes...I would like it better if I saw...well...maybe that's all I had better say about that. Enjoy the vodka."

"Maybe you want to see Joy in her panties?"

The question caused John's jaw to drop.

"Joy likes to use that vibrator that you found, you know? I've watched her myself. Wow, does she go crazy with that thing! I discovered a little secret way of watching. I'll bet you would like to see that too...wouldn't you, John? I can make that happen, you know...do you want me to, John? Are you understanding me now, John? I know my English is not great, but..."

John remained speechless. He tried to probe the wisp of a woman standing before him and somehow comprehend all that was happening here, but he could not.

"She also has a lover."

Finally, John grunted, "What?"

He stood wide-eyed, mouth open.

"Joy had a lover. She doesn't know that I know, but I have watched them before too. I'll bet you would love to watch them...making love. Wouldn't you?"

"Irma, I have to go...I don't think any of this is a good idea...I mean, I...I'm sorry about the other day...I don't know what else to say. I have to go now."

"John, you don't get it yet, do you?" Irma's eye narrowed again. "I know that you don't want me to tell the Cooper's...'Hey, Ray and Joy, I discovered the pervert burglar who broke into your house, went through your private stuff, and played with your underwear...and it was John Watson from next door'...right? Of course not! They, especially Mr. Cooper, would not think that was very...neighbourly...is dat de right word?"

She paused to let her words sink in.

"So, here's our deal...as long as Irma gets what Irma wants, it will stay our secret. Now do you understand, John? And, if you...how do you say...play your card correctly? you might get something that you want too. See?"

"What...what do you mean? I mean, what do you want? Money or something? Is this blackmail?"

"John, you disappoint me," Irma pouted.

She handed John a scrap of paper.

"I'll call you. When I do, you will be very interested in the Internet address written on this paper," winked Irma. "Gute nacht, John."

With that Irma turned on her heels and headed back across the driveway. The moonlight seemed to make her white short shorts almost glow in the darkness. John watched her petite ass wiggle its way into the Cooper's garage and disappear.

Jesus help me, thought John. He stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket.

Over a week went by without any contact between John Watson and any of his neighbors. John had begun to feel better. He thought that perhaps his worst fears would not be realized.

That, however, was not to be.

John took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He had been grading papers at his bedroom desk for several hours while Julie ran errands. He rested his eyes by focusing on some storm clouds gathering in the sky when his phone rang.

"Still have that Internet address that I gave you," whispered a familiar voice. "When you see me leave with the k**s, sign on there. You will be glad that you did." A click ended the connection.

John's heart began to pound in his ears. A moment later, John watched Irma and the c***dren, who followed her like little ducklings, climb into the Cooper's van. As the van passed under John's window, a hand with fingers circled into an "O" emerged and gestured in the direction of his window.

Curiosity overtook John. He entered the web site address into his computer and encountered the words, "Click here for streaming video." He did so and suddenly the Cooper's bedroom, just as it had been during his surreptitious visit, appeared in living color on his computer screen.

What the fuck?

John thought for a moment and then he remembered the computer in Joy and Ray's bedroom. Obviously, computer savvy Irma had fixed things so their web camera was on without the Cooper's knowing it.

So that's how she did it, thought John. She said that she had watched Joy and this is how...with their computer!

Feeling guilty, John was about to stop this voyeuristic moment when suddenly Joy Cooper walked into the bedroom. The picture was jerky, but the images and the sound were very clear. John could see and hear everything.

John suddenly sucked in a quick breath when he realized that Joy was wearing a short skirt, but no blouse. Her lacy black bra drew his full attention. The excitement of doing the forbidden coursed through him instantly. Chills raced along his spine. John's fantasies seemed to be coming true. Partially clothed, Joy looked even more spectacular than John had imagined.

She's a goddess, thought John. He visually feasted upon the perky nipples that peeked through the gossamer material.

Joy disappeared into her closet and emerged a moment later buttoning her blouse. She turned toward her mirror, straightened her hair, and quietly dialed the phone. John could not understand the mumbled conversation that lasted only a second or two. When the call was completed Joy stepped over to her dresser and dabbed a drop of perfume behind each ear and, to John's surprise and delight, she also pressed a portion of perfume into her cleavage.

Is she getting ready for someone, John imagined.

John gazed at his computer screen. His libido and his curiosity were running wild. His conversation with Irma that night outside his garage now began to make sense. He watched, listened, and waited with great anticipation.

After a very short time, John heard a faint doorbell ring. Joy perked up, smiled to herself, and left the bedroom. John could hear a barely audible conversation, but could not make out any words. Suddenly, Joy Cooper rushed back into the bedroom, carrying a glass of wine in one hand, a bottle in the other, and she sprawled giggling across the giant bed.

A figure appeared in doorway across the room. It was Mary Murray!

John couldn't believe his eyes. He glanced around his own bedroom hastily to assure himself that he would not be discovered somehow. Even in the privacy of his house, he felt vulnerable. Watching Joy Cooper's most private moment with Mary Murray seemed much too easy and much too good to be true.

Mary, glass of white wine in hand, eased across the room and sat near Joy on the huge, soft bed. Even watching via a web camera, John could see that her eyes seemed to sparkle as she talked to Joy in hushed tones. The conversation seemed innocent enough, but the look in Mary's eye did not.

After what seemed a very long time, Mary began to trace her delicate fingers from Joy's waist, over her hips, and down along her thighs. Joy responded by brushing tendrils of Mary's hair back away from her face. The touches were slight and gentle, not overtly sexual, but as each woman looked deep into the other's eyes, the meaning and intent became very clear.

There was a long pause in the conversation, then Mary leaned over suddenly and kissed Joy directly on the lips. John took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.

Motherfucker...Could this be true? I must be dreaming, he thought.

Joy took a last gulp of her wine and allowed her glass to drop gently to the carpeted floor. She wrapped her long arms around Mary and returned her kiss hungrily. Lips parted and tongues entwined under John's watchful eye. Finally Mary broke the torrid kiss, arose and stepped back smiling. Her gaze swept over Joy starting at her delicate, painted toes and moving slowly, rapturously along Joy's lanky body.

"God, you are beautiful," mouthed Mary. John could read her lips and her intentions.

Mary began to slowly unbutton her blouse while Joy lay back on the bed. She stretched her arms over her head and smile at Mary luridly. Each woman's lust was obvious, but neither seemed in a hurry. There was no passionate frenzy, no frantic tearing at clothes, no rush to climax. The intense desire for each other projected all the way through the camera's innocent eye and into John's clandestine viewing place.

"I have been thinking about this all week," whispered Joy.

Mary glowed in response. "You are so beautiful."

John could stand having his cock confined no longer. He unzipped his pants and freed his already stiff dick.

Mary did a little pirouette and, as she did, nimble fingers worked their way down the front of her shirt.

"Not true, but thanks for saying it anyway," answered Joy.

In a dramatic flourish, Mary removed her blouse and tossed it aside. Joy's eyes, along with John's, stared at Mary prodigious breasts, mammoth mounds that seem to challenge her "full-figured" bra to contain them. After a few concealed motions behind her back, the bra dropped to the floor in front of Mary. Her breasts sagged downward under their ponderous weight. As if to counterbalance them, Mary took one in each hand and began to massage the tips gently. When she released them again, the large areolas had coalesced into thick protruding nipples, dark and uneven.

Mary smiled down at Joy, then walked to the bed, breasts swaying with each step. Joy sat up and waited expectantly. Mary maneuvered between Joy's legs, placed a gentle hand on Joy's chin, and lifted her face upward. Mary took and deep breath and kissed Joy once again. This time her tongue obviously probed Joy's soft mouth. Joy responded by taking one of Mary's huge nipples between her thumb and forefinger. In response, Mary closed her eyes and tossed her head back in ecstasy. When she did so, Joy put Mary's dark nipple into her mouth.

"Oh god, that feels good," Mary moaned aloud.

With mouth still attached to breast, Joy unzipped Mary's pants and pulled them to her ankles in a single motion. Mary awkwardly shook her feet free and kicked the garment aside. Scanty pink panties seemed barely to hang from Mary's broad hips. In an instant, those too were at her ankles and Mary's abundant black brown bush was on full display.

John stared at his computer screen. Mary Murray was not a person that anyone would describe as pretty, but her body was something to behold. Her huge breasts, tiny waist, and full hips created the classic female shape of past centuries. Her very hairy bush seemed somehow to be out of a past era as well. John's fondled his rock hard cock and tried to comprehend his good fortune. He still could not believe what he was witnessing. It was a voyeur's dream come true.

"I want to taste you," whispered Joy. "Let me taste you, sweet Mary?"

Mary answered by moving closer until Joy's face was inches from Mary's bushy pubis. Joy put her hands on Mary's naked ass. For a long moment, Joy seemed content with simply staring at Mary's pussy, caressing Mary's ass, and savoring her softness. Then suddenly, a long, pointed tongue emerged from Joy's mouth and pushed its way into Mary's waiting slit.

"Holy shit," muttered John. He began pounding his cock with a vengeance.

Joy's tongue danced against Mary's pussy lips until finally Joy stopped to breathe. Without saying a word, Mary knelt and lifted Joy's long legs up and on to the bed. Joy stretched out and closed her eyes in anticipation. Mary moved to Joy's feet, removed the sandals from each, and lifted one delicate foot to her mouth. Mary kissed and sucked on Joy's foot as if it was a most precious delicacy. Joy lay back and began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse.

John leaned toward his monitor and closely watched Joy's lacy black bra reappear, this time with hard nipples protruding from underneath. Mary moved her hands over Joy's ankles and along her tanned, trim legs until she reached the hemline of Joy's short skirt. Joy let out a quiet gasp when Mary's hand disappeared under the skirt. Joy lifted her hips and Mary's hands reappeared holding Joy's flimsy panties. After a bit of fumbling, Joy lifted her hips again and her skirt went the same way as her panties had gone.

Joy parted her legs slightly and a look of total lust came over Mary's face. Her eyes moved up and down Joy's body for a moment and then, with uncharacteristic quickness, Mary vigorously pressed her face into Joy's exposed pussy. Joy's reaction was instantaneous and positive. She grasped Mary's head and ground her hips against Mary's onslaught.

Goosebumps sprang up all over John. His heart pounded, his ears rang, and his hands shook. He had never felt so aroused in his entire life.

"Oh god...oh god...I'm gonna cum...oh sweet Mary...don't stop...please don't stop!" shouted Joy. "Kiss me there...yes, there...right there...oh sweet baby..."

An encouraged Mary increased her ardor. Her tongue flicked out over and over again each time finding Joy's clitoris and massaging the little nub tenderly, then roughly. An orgasmic wave seemed to sweep over Joy like a high mountain avalanche.

"Ohhhhhhhh, gawwwwwwd! Enough, oh Mary, enough...I can't take anymore. Oh god! It's too much!"

Mary refused to stop as Joy went over the precipice with moans of delight and anguish.

Finally, Joy tugged Mary away from her pussy and held Mary's hot body beside hers. Joy kissed Mary's full mouth and they locked in a tight, tender embrace.

"I can taste myself on your lips," Joy whispered quietly.

"You taste good," replied Mary.

For a very long while, Joy and Mary simply clung to each other and kissed, then they began to roll around on the giant bed, first with Joy on top, then with Mary in the superior position. They frolicked about until Joy pulled away and reached for the drawer of her nightstand.

The sight of Joy's vibrator evoked a look, at first, of surprise and then a big smile from Mary. Mary rolled over on her stomach and rested her head in her arms. Joy brought the little toy to life and began tracing with it between Mary's round buttocks.

"Oh my goodness," cried Mary, "that...that is fucking amazing."

Joy paused once again, searched around in her nightstand drawer and produced a tube of petroleum jelly. She squirted a glob in her hand and anointed the little toy with the lubricant. Amid Mary's moans and whimpers, Joy's hand and the vibrator disappeared between Mary's legs.

"Jesus, god!" moaned Mary. "FUCK ME...fuck me...fuck...me."

It barely registered with John that Mary had grown suddenly quiet. Her hips began to rock up and down. Joy slid her free hand under one of Mary's breasts and began to treat it roughly. That caused Mary's hips to move even faster.

From John's perspective, Joy appeared to be playing Mary's prone body like an organist. To do so, Joy knelt with her back to the computer camera. Joy's ass flashed repeatedly in John's direction. Her tiny, delicate sphincter seemed to wink at him again and again.

Mary writhed soundlessly as Joy increased her fervor. Soon Joy was plunging the vibrator in and out of Mary cunt while tugging and pulling on Mary's protruding nipples. Given the camera angle, John could easily see Mary's hairy pussy gaping angry red between her legs as Joy assaulted it with vigor.

Mary's head began to flail back and forth. Joy, however, was relentless. Even filtered through the computer's camera, it was obvious when Mary went over the orgasmic edge. But, for John something was not quite right.

Suddenly, it struck him. Mary Murray had an orgasm...a silent orgasm?

What's up with that? wondered John. Something doesn't fit?

John was attempting in vain to sort things out in his mind when an out of place sound emerged from his computer's speaker and the two women flew apart.

A distant voice called out, "Anybody home?"

"We're in here, Levon," answered Joy.

John stared at the screen and, to his shock, a third person appeared in the room. Surprise was added to shock when a big smile broke out on Joy's face. Mary didn't seem as pleased.

Into the camera frame walked Levon Johnson, star running back on the College's football team and bonehead who sat disinterested every Tuesday and Thursday in the back of one of John's classes.

"What the fuck is this?" said John aloud.

"Well, ladies, what's up here? Naked pussy all over the place...yum, yum...hope I'm not interrupting," laughed Levon.

Joy simply continued to smile, while Mary sought to pull bedclothes over both their naked bodies.

"Too late for that my lovely bitches," whispered Levon.

"We'll show you ours, if you show us yours," laughed Joy.

"Joy, this is quite a...a...surprise," offered Mary, "one I'm not sure I like. Levon is one of Max's players, you know. I don't know what to say."

"Ms. Mary, we won't be letting the Coach Murray find out about this, will we?"

Mary remained very quiet.

"This is the little surprise, Mary, my sweet, that I told you about," laughed Joy. "I thought...I think you'll like it."

"I thought by surprise you meant something like a birthday present," smirked Mary.

"Well, he is a sort of present. Levon, why don't you show Mary your...ah...present."

John could not believe his eyes. It was as if a bad porn movie had suddenly come to life his computer screen. Yet, the characters in this bad film were very much like his neighbors. John couldn't seem to logically sort the whole scene out in his mind. First, the dignified Joy, woman of his dreams, was making it with another women...the coach's wife no less...and now, a very muscular black man was standing in her bedroom...and Joy obviously had planned the entire thing.

John couldn't get his arms around the scene unfolding before him.

"Jesus," muttered John as his quickly cleaned some smudges from his monitor.

The two women gathered the bedspread over their nakedness and sat quietly leaning back against the headboard while Levon slowly undressed for them. John heard quiet sighs when Levon pulled the tight tee shirt over his head. The muscles of his chest seemed to dance on their own as he did so. Levon's dark skin glowed in the subdued light of Joy's bedroom.

"And...," said Joy eyeing Levon's bulging crotch. "Brace yourself, Mary."

Levon smiled and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. In one swift motion, the jeans seemed to float away to the floor and there dangling between Levon's legs was an enormous serpentine cock, deep purple in color and amazingly hairless.

"Jesus," John gasped once again.

Mary echoed his expletive.

"My god, I thought Max was big, but...shit...it's huge," whispered Mary.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," laughed Joy.

"I need a little help catching up, don't you think?" said Levon. "A little help over here? Por favor?"

Joy looked at Mary wide-eyed.

"What do you think, Mary?"

"This is your party, sweetie. But, I won't mind watching," laughed Mary.

"We'll see how long you just watch."

John noted a certain low, huskiness in both women's voices.

"OK, watch this," said Joy.

The bedspread fell from Joy's lanky body as she crawled across the huge bed toward Levon. Levon inched closer to the foot of the bed and, without a moment's hesitation, Joy took his flaccid cock into her soft lips. Levon threw his head back and groaned.

Both Mary and John's jaws dropped at the sight. Dignified, always proper businesswoman, Joy Cooper, was sucking on the cock of a black college-aged student.

Almost instantly Levon's cock began to change. With each stroke of Joy's hands and mouth it grew thicker and longer until both of Joy's hands would not cover its length.

"Are you sure she won't tell Coach, Mrs. Cooper? That redheaded son-of-a-bitch would fuck up my NFL chances and then kill me if he found out."

Joy licked the underside of Levon's now hard cock with her long pointed tongue and smiled seductively.

"Don't worry, sweet Levon, he would not react very well to knowing who else has been licking his wife's pussy either...namely me! This is our little secret...forever. No one will ever know."

John laughed at the absurdity of that claim.

Joy pulled away from Levon to admire her handiwork. Levon's cock was rock hard, yet is sagged downward under it own weight. Instead of pointing upward, it seemed to point directly at Mary Murray. Veins bulged along its length and the dark tip resembled a cobra's hood.

"Want some?" asked Joy.

"God, yes," answered Mary. "But, I don't mind waiting my turn."

Without another word, Joy Cooper lay back and spread her legs vulgarly. Levon needed no instruction. He swooped down and immediately went to work on her tender clitoris with his long tongue. Mary was inches away watching intently. She began to chew her lip at the sight of Joy in obvious ecstasy.

Joy began to roll her hips around against Levon's face.

"Oh, god...oh, Jesus god," moaned Joy in a sort of stage whisper. "Oh, that's so good...oh, yes...right there...don't stop...yes, stay right there...oh, shit...I'm gonna cum again...ahhhhhhhh."

Joy flailed about while Levon hungrily continued to punish her pussy with his tongue.

"Enough...oh god...enough...I can't stand any more," squeaked Joy. "Stop, Levon...stop right now."

Levon ceased his pussy eating and looked at Mary Murray.

"Oh, my, I can't believe this," whispered Mary. "This is not happening. I know that I am dreaming."

Levon made is way around the bed and held his long cock in front of Mary's face. Tentatively, Mary reached out for the turgid member and gently touched its tip. A hint of moist dew graced its hole. Mary wiped the dewdrop of the cock with her finger and brought it to her lips. Levon smiled and gave his cock a long stroke. With that, a larger drop appeared on the tip.

Mary was about to kiss the massive cock when, by surprise, Levon suddenly turned her over on her stomach and reached for the petroleum jelly on the nightstand.

"Oh, no...oh...wait...oh god," said Mary. She suddenly seemed very afraid.

Levon smoothed clear ointment over his cock and then slapped it against Mary's now upturned naked ass. A strange popping sound came through John's speakers as Levon whipped Mary's buttocks with his cock. Joy maneuvered her head under Mary and found one of Mary ponderous breasts with her mouth. That distracted Mary for a moment and intensified Mary's shock when Levon thrust his cock into Mary's pussy from behind.

"Owwww," groaned Mary.

John watched in awe as Levon's cock disappeared and reappeared between Mary's legs. After an amazingly brief time, Mary went over the orgasmic edge whimpering all the while like a small c***d...but, whimpering quietly.

That just doesn't make sense, thought John. Mary, the moaner? The screamer?

After Mary collapsed in a exhausted heap, Joy moved to her hands and knees and wagged her ass in Levon's direction seductively.

"I've recovered, Levon...still have some left for little ole me?"

Levon moved over to oblige her and ceremoniously reapplied a glob of KY jelly to his cock. Joy smiled and wagged her ass at him again.

The look on Joy's face changed abruptly, however, when Levon's fingers and cock found another destination besides her pussy.

"No, wait, Levon, I can't stand that...it won't fit there. Please...wait...don't...no. I have never done that...oh, god...please.... OH, JESUS..."

Levon relaxed Joy's little sphincter with a finger load of petroleum jelly, aimed his giant, fully greased cock directly at the target, and pressed the tip of his cock into her ass.

"Oh, god...that hurts...that's good...that's bad...oh god, I don't know what I am saying...oh fuck me...fuck my ass! Wait...stop...god, it hurts...no...oh god!"

Levon pressed harder and slowly embedded his cock in Joy's ass hole. Joy suddenly went wild. She writhed all around the bed as Levon pumped his cock in and out of her delicate anus. The tight band obviously felt good to Levon. His eyes rolled back into his head and, for the first time, he became totally focussed on emptying his load. All his attention turned from the women to his own cock.

"AHHHHHH!" Levon shouted when at last he repeatedly blasted his cum deep into Joy's bowels.

At the same time, Joy had one of the most intense orgasms of her life...as did John, who came violently into the trash can at his desk. He fell back in his desk chair just as Joy, Levon, and Mary collapsed in a tangled mass of multi-colored naked bodies on the bed.

Just then, John heard his back door open and close. He quickly shut the Internet window on his computer and frantically zipped his pants leaving a massive glob of cum in his underwear.

He breathed a small sigh just as Julie returned from her errands.

"Hi, babe," she said with a smile, "Had a good afternoon?"

"Oh...routine," muttered John.

Later that night John lay awake while Julie softly purred in her sleep beside him.

What in the world is going on here? I watched my straight arrow neighbor get fucked by another women and a black football stud...and I was allowed to do so by a fucking computer whiz from Austria who planned the whole goddamned thing. Why did she arrange that? Who are these people?

It was as if John had been transported to another dimension or into some sci-fi type scenario. There were contradictions all over the place...all of which somehow made his dick hard.

John was jolted from his revelry. Julie suddenly was sitting up on the side of the bed.

"You ok, honey?" he said.

"Leg cramp," sighed Julie. "Will this baby never come?"
Two days later, John was at his desk grading papers and keeping his usual vigil over the duplex driveway. Julie had gone out, as always; Irma had left with the c***dren in tow...her short shorts seemed to have been painted on her petite curvaceous ass; and if Max and Mary were home next door, John couldn't hear them.

A loud knock at John's backdoor interrupted his reading of yet another student's feeble attempt at communicating via the English language. John answered the knock and there stood Joy Cooper, obviously in an agitated state.

"I've come to negotiate," said Joy rather angrily.

"Negotiate?" said John with a questioning look.

"Look, let's get this settled somehow, ok?"

"I'm not sure what..."

"Cut the crap, shall we? I got your letter. You obviously have me in a, shall we say, awkward position. And, I want to put this to rest as quickly and quietly as possible. So...god, this is embarrassing...so, I am sure a deal can be struck between the two of us."

John found himself in utter confusion. Despite that, he also felt his heart rate increase because he was in Joy Cooper's presence. The sultry voice, the lean body, the marvelous eyes all combined to make John take notice, but he had no idea what had prompted this encounter.

"Letter?" John choked.

"Yes, did you somehow think I couldn't figure out that it was from you. Max Murray doesn't have enough of a brain to write his name, much less this!"

Joy produced a white piece of paper from behind her back and threw it in John's face. John caught it before it fluttered to the floor and unfolded it.

"Dear Joy,

What a naughty girl you have been! My only regret is that I have not had the same naughty pleasures as have others of our neighbors. Since likely you are confused at this point, let me make myself clearer. Two days ago, you were a bad girl and I have pictures to prove my accusation. Let's see if a few hints will stimulate your memory:

You, black bra. Mary Murray, black bushy bush. Both of you, black football star. Highlight of our drama, long black thing brings Joy joy from behind. And Ray is flying in the clouds, at least for now, but those pictures would bring him back to earth, true?

Think all this over carefully. Later I'll be in touch. I hope. In touch with you. I'm not after money. I want the same naughty pleasures.

Yours,

A Secret Admirer "

John stared at the letter. Beads of sweat forced themselves out of his forehead. His chest grew so tight that he feared that he was having a heart attack.

Irma, he thought. Fucking Irma! She is controlling us all. She wrote this letter. And, I am fucked once again.

"Look, Joy," John stammered. "I..."

"So, what do you want?" interrupted Joy. "Naughty pleasures, indeed. Well, you win, I guess. I fully understand my position and I have no other recourse. So, here's my part of the deal..."

Joy eyes narrowed.

"Ray never finds out about this. Never! I will not jeopardize my k**s, my job, or my marriage. Same goes for Max Murray. He never finds out. All pictures get destroyed. No souvenirs. Plus, this situation doesn't linger. I pay my side of the deal and that's it. It...never happened. It's gone and forgotten...forever."

"Joy..."

"That is the way it has to be. Now what do you want in return?"

"I...I..."

"You said naughty pleasures, the same naughty pleasures...so...I guess that means this," wheezed Joy through clinched teeth.

With that, Joy started to unbuckle John's belt.

"Wait...Joy...wait..."

"Slower? You want it slow? OK, slow it is, but I want your word. Keep our deal and life goes on. Break it and, since my life will be ruined anyway, I will find you and kill you...after I cut off your balls...understand?"

"I understand," whispered John. "But, Julie..."

"Oh, yeah...your wife. Poor thing. You men are pigs, you know. But, if Julie finds out, then my life gets fucked up just as badly. So we cannot risk getting caught here. We should go back to my house. No one will be there for a long while."

Joy didn't wait for an answer. She turned on her heels and walked across the driveway. John simply stood gawking. At her backdoor, Joy looked over her shoulder as if to say, what are you waiting for, and then she disappeared inside.

John mind raced. Irma...Irma has it all figured out. She wrote the letter. She even knew that this would end up back to Joy's bedroom...where she can watch! But why? Why is she doing this?"

At once, John small head began to take control of his big head when he realized the position he now enjoyed. He could have Joy Cooper! She was waiting for him! Just walk over there...and fuck her, he thought. It would be very wrong to do so, but on the other hand...

John ran across the driveway.

Joy was waiting for him seated on the edge of her bed. Obviously, she had been crying.

"You have to tell me what you want," she said voice and hands trembling. "And, when we are done, you have to tell me how you saw everything. I have looked all over the place for a hidden camera..."

Just then Joy's eyes fell on the camera atop her computer...so obvious that it went unnoticed.

"Son-of-a-bitch...the computer."

John eyed the camera as well. Somehow, somewhere Irma was watching. He could feel it.

"So spell it out for me, big boy. This is your little piece of theatre."

"I...I want...it...just like with Levon and Mary. Everything," John sputtered.

"Our deal?"

"Just as you said. Over and done...after..."

"Shall I undress?"

"Please."

Joy's hand went to the buttons on her blouse.

"You know, John, you aren't a bad looking guy. Who knows...something like this might have happened, maybe, without blackmail...maybe. Maybe not."

One by one, the buttons gave way on Joy's shirt. John's heart began to pound and breathing became more difficult. In a brief moment, the shirt fell from Joy's shoulders and she tossed it aside. Underneath she wore a thin camisole. Obviously there was no bra underneath. Her hard nipples showed clearly under the filmy fabric.

"So far, so good?" questioned Joy.

"Yes."

"A man of few words...that's good."

A tug on the drawstring of her pants caused her waistband to sag. A deep inhalation sent the pants cascading to the floor. Joy kicked them aside and tried to smile without much success.

"My tits are too small, I think," mused Joy.

She lifted the camisole over her head. John audibly gasped. Joy's round mounds were perfect in shape. Each was tipped with a cone-shaped nipple that looked almost as if it had been pasted in place.

John tried to contradict her, but words would not emerge.

"Well, here goes the main event," said Joy.

Her black satin panties fell to her ankles and she kicked them across the room. Joy's sparse bush was prepared for summer sunbathing in a skimpy suit. Fat labia came together and completely hid her tender vagina.

"Everything?" said Joy.

"Yes," croaked John.

"Then forgotten?"

"Forever," whispered John.

Joy reached toward John and unbuckled his belt. His zipper quickly followed and in an instant, he was standing in his boxers.

"Somehow I knew the college professor would wear boxers," grinned Joy. "And, obviously, you like what you see." Joy looked directly at John bulging crotch and smiled.

"Lay down," Joy ordered.

She tugged John's boxers over his rock hard cock and shoved him back on the bed.

"As I recall, this came first..."

Joy lowered her face to John's crotch and took his cock into her hot mouth. John almost came at once, but the sheer unreality of the event prevented him from going over the top. He could believe his eyes...or the feeling on his cock. Joy Cooper, woman of his fantasies, was sucking his cock...HIS cock. From John's point of view, her lips seemed red and massive. Just before cumming in her mouth, John pulled her head away.

"I believe next came equal treatment for the females. I guess we can skip that part."

"No...I said everything!" urged John.

Joy lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and waited eyebrows raised. John moved quickly to his target, but stopped first to breathe in Joy's aroma. It was that same smell...the one on all her things...the one on her vibrator. It was intoxicating.

John spread her outer labia apart. Glistening underneath was her tiny clitoris beckoning to his tongue. John obliged quickly. He lolled her clit around with his tongue and lips. Joy responded against her own wishes. She didn't want to feel or enjoy. However, John continued until Joy was gasping for breath.

"Where is your vibrator?" asked John.

"What?"

"You heard me...in that drawer?"

"Well, yeah..."

John retrieved the little machine, set it in motion, and touched it to Joy's inner thigh.

"Wait...I get really...well...that's my little toy...that I use some, well, a lot. I have this thing...for...oh my...it...wait...I can't control..."

John inched the vibrator toward Joy's blood-engorged clitoris. Obviously Joy had wanted all this to be very impersonal and sterile. She wanted to hate the entire blackmail scene. But, her body betrayed her. The vibrator did its magic and Joy began to respond despite all her best-laid plans.

John wanted to torture Joy even more, but his cock now was about to explode. It needed a pussy in the worst way. He turned Joy over and pulled her hips up to his cock. Ass or pussy, he wondered. He moved the vibrator to one of Joy's nipples and then crammed his cock deep into her wet pussy.

My god, I am fuc